Chapter 43: Father Falls Ill, Gathering Funds Everywhere (Please Follow for Updates)

Suicheng Hospital.

Following the directions sent by her younger brother, Lin Qiongqiong located the ward.

Just outside the door, she heard her grandmother’s elderly voice, thick with tears.

"Doctor, please, you must save my son. No matter how much it costs, we will scrape the money together."

The doctor let out a heavy sigh. "Well, at least clear the overdue medical bills on your phone first. You're already over ten thousand behind; otherwise, we can't even maintain his current treatment. As for the surgery—"

Wang Zhu was a formidable opponent; if one wished to deal with her, it would likely require a slow and deliberate plan.

In the span of just over a dozen seconds, more than thirty Divine Realm powerfighters had "fallen." Liu Tong and the others swallowed hard, secretly rejoicing that they hadn't made a move just yet.

Qiao'er let out a shriek. This pair of earrings was a birthday gift bestowed upon her by the Princess this year, and they were her absolute favorite. Looking panicked, Qiao'er hurriedly felt for her ears.

Of course, in the past, the Martial Emperor might have hesitated over whether to allow Huanwu Ping to advance in rank, because once he did, what if no one could rival him in the arena afterward? Wouldn't that be dreadfully embarrassing?

Taking a look at the supplies claimed by the inner sect disciples, although the rest were mostly similar, the medicinal pills were clearly of a higher grade, with five bottles provided, and the weapon was also of Profound-grade quality.

Not only that, but their magic defense and status ailment resistance had plummeted to an unbelievable degree.

Therefore, even if there were powerful entities, they shouldn't be excessively strong. Besides, any that existed would still be under his own or Ling Yao's control.

Hearing these words, Eunuch Liu's heart sank. He paused for a moment without saying anything further, simply nodding at Huo Qubing before returning to the Martial Emperor's side.

After browsing through the weapons, Ye Kai discovered that to use anything decent, he needed to be at least level ten, so there was no need to rush for now.

"Don't worry, Ada. I'll protect you with my bow and arrow," Flavia said, brandishing the bow in his hand.

Just as Chen Long and his party prepared to leave through the passage toward the rendezvous point, the monk remained motionless, staying right where he was. Seeing that the monk had no intention of leaving, Chen Long wore a puzzled expression.

"Impudent! This old man upholds the Master's teaching of education without discrimination; what is wrong with that?" Wang Guan demanded angrily.

"Don't worry, Young Master. Although that Dai Li wields absolute control in Xingguo County, he wouldn't dare provoke our Xiao family," Xiao An said boastfully.

The six members of the God-level Sharp-tongued clique were rendered speechless. The blame they had tried to pin on the Burning Emperor had been shifted back onto themselves via a universe-shifting maneuver.

Playing chess according to this intuition immediately gained him the upper hand, driving the Roc Demon King into a hasty retreat.

Old Liao was a conventional general; expecting him to pull off any surprise sneak attacks was out of the question. He first used gunpowder to blast the city walls open, followed by a full-scale frontal charge of his entire army. Unable to withstand the assault, the enemy retreated to the barbican, after which he simply repeated the blasting and charging. In less than an afternoon, Guangyuan City fell.

Liang Shiming had never seen Immortal Shang act in such a panic, surmising that the matter must be of grave importance. He nodded vigorously in agreement, and in an instant, Immortal Shang vanished into thin air.

Zulan was right next to Reba. He had originally intended to vocalize some interference to distract Rong Zhu'er, but upon seeing the sketch Reba was drawing, he instantly realized there was no need for him to interfere at all.

"Also, I want to move in here. We came together; why should I live somewhere else?" Xingkong said.

A master is a benefactor, akin to a second parent. Even if the age gap wasn't all that vast, his respect for his master had remained unwavering for twenty years.

The Qilin holy beast opened its mouth, swallowing the Five Spirits Guidance into its belly, while a flash of spiritual light emerged from its forehead and transmitted directly into Chen Mo's mind—a specialized chaotic path that would take a normal Hunyuan Supreme Saint tens of millions of years to traverse.

Bao'er felt genuinely puzzled inside, yet she longed even more to hear whatever Mo Hen was about to say next.

Bai Yihong finally understood what the old man meant, and his expression turned peculiar. Recalling the praise his father had just given him, a bitter taste suddenly welled up in his heart. For all these years, his father had never truly looked at him with approval; no matter what changes he underwent, the person occupying the number one spot in his father's heart remained the eldest son.